Finally, the day of the second trial arrived faster than anyone expected. Ashenfield Academy buzzed with tension. Bells tolled across the long training grounds, long and loud, a clear signal that no one could ignore. Every student, no, worms, who had passed the first trial was summoned to the plaza.
Celina stood in front of the wardrobe in her dorm, eyes fixed on the new standard uniform given to them for the second trial. It was a black coat with red and silver trimming, a belt that carried a student's badge and ID, and tight-fitting pants designed for movement and battle. She quickly shoved them into another bag, following the rules that were given to them and tied her long white hair into a high ponytail. Her crimson eyes looked colder than usual.
